The Well


The well is dark
(no surprise there)
yet its contents are clear
Hard things
Vivid things
Moments caught in technicolour
Every word
look
tone
hurt
caught forever, mounted, to view from every angle.

I fall there easily
so frequently
not even noticing

Above ground
beside the well
it is harder to see.

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I am actively working on living in the present instead of continuously replaying painful episodes from the past.